Songs of Darkness, Words of Light
Loathsome I've become. A creature so undone. Wretched and broken. Cannot find my faith. Any God will do. Nothing said is new. Nothing said is true. The embrace of shade holds me dear. Eats me away. Loose the dogs of disgrace upon me. I have no faith. Raise the poor outcast I have become. I am undone. Calm is the air. Still is the sea. The valley of death keeps calling me. Rest my eyes from the world. This dying place, it's so absurd. Oh, Christ above, whom I love. Lost to me. My snow white dove. Make this day like the night. Songs of darkness. Words of light. Pulling down my heart. I won't forget my lovers heart. With utter loathing and scorn. I was somehow born. Strewn in black decay. None shall I obey. The wreckage of my flesh. The nakedness of my death.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
I know no shame The empire of my desire Gathers you into my fire I hope you fall. I hope you call, My filthy name. It makes you crawl On your knees, with all your pleas. Lay down there, look up at me. Are you alive my dear, and breathing? Are you diseased my dear, and bleeding? I'll lift you high my dear, I'll have you dreaming. 'Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading. Poor devil as thou art. A ruin at my feet. Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep. So briefly at my side. So simple in defeat. No more lies utter from you. From mine eyes I must take you. No longer wise. Nothing is new. Tears from my trembling faith. You shall not die unsung. Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing. I have no tears, beautiful thing. No silver pail to catch them in. So ends this tale you did not win.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
So vile men's torment was truly a pleasure A plan that would change mankind for ever more Catherine Blake slept finally in the Summer night. In the heat. She murmured gently, and moved smoothly, This way and that. Oh, the beauty. Her luscious eyes, delicate fingers, Clawed at her sodden bed. Catherine smiled. Took a fabulous breath Of summer air and tasted death. Die Erorians' visit had been successful, rewarding. Wish nights of female screams of whimpers Lustful dreams. Night followed rampant night of Delicate soft gasps. The ultimate attack on all Heaven and it's glories. Seduce them as they slept, obvious to Their midnight tryst. The seed of doom was planted. Phantom raped in their dreams. The sad ones take their own lives. Slay their men night after night. Catherine Blake dreamt of a horror. Of passion too and of terror. Over silent breast, shadows swept, Shades caressed. Motherhood was destroyed by the seed And laid to waste. A great rift was born. Men and the World were torn. The daggers went in deep, vile and sickening. Women swept away all infancy from their wombs. And still the Lord God remained silent, No utterance, no movement, no tears. The earth became red. The cutting machines of man. Disgust and hatred for the lives of women. The butchery, the savagery, did spill Unto themselves. A chorus of agony from Heaven and rain poured In a colossus of angels tears. The creature of all sins. The lord of the bleakest abode. Did wonder at the silence. What did the Almighty know? All Hell did fill with the screaming souls Of dead men. The mighty army of God did stand and wait, Hoping our lord would unleash them all. The great fiery pit. Hordes ripping apart. Chaos ensued, screaming from the dark. Observing his darkened child, in the miserable corners Of earth. The great heart of God will heal up the earth. The Lord watched as he beloved slipped silently Back into the darkness below.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025
Where are you now my love? My sweet one. Where have you gone oh my love? I'm so alone. I only think of you. And it drives me down. I only dream of you. Come here My lover I'll keep you I will change you Come here My slave You will live Forever Screaming Crying My lover With you I'm gone At last I'll come to you. Take my hand. Hold me again. Please take my hand Who are you?! What were you?! My beauty I can't tell How I feel How I felt You have paid For your Un-kind-ness With You I'm done At last Please hold me now my love. Where are you now, oh my sweet love.
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025
I cannot turn my life unto you. A storm of ebony hair. A hail of wickedness. Handsome as a God. Wild and shameless. Given the prize of beauty. Image of wretchedness. Divine like no other. Kiss the poison breast. Flamed like the sun. Lives make undone. Words soft as snow. Souls claimed and won. An opiate drugged haze. Beds of shapeless dust. Cries all night. Dreams of filthy lust. Lair of hopelessness. Mires of sorrow. Never falls. Our lives are borrowed. Hold fast my soul. She waits for me in my dreams. Every night misery brings. Haunts my day. Haunts my wake. Oh, my lord can't you feel her grow, Inside of me. Tearing my mind. For once my lord please help me Believe in you. She claims the day in her name. Over you and over me. We dare to be ourselves. Next to her and all her war. She comes our way and takes the day, From my hands, it is her way. The milk of woman fills up my Branching veins and lonely heart. Trembling children she adores, And gives flight to her art. When April sheds her fitful rain, Glory be, we may live again. Truly my hope will perish within her. Truly as always I cannot forgive her. Cruelly she keeps me near to her, Forever to this day.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025
Under the darkened, Ancient oak Gentle in the nights breeze I stop and stare, rest a while With hands upon my knees Through jaded leaves, bush and scrub I spy my journeys end Black it looms, silent in gloom The castle called Avend On I trot, past the forest eyes Past the horrors of the night Through the dark, I see a sign A gentle glowing light Upon reaching the castle I ascend the ivy Toward the golden window My heart pounds and my breath is rushed As I fight both brick and branch The ledge is mine and over I sweep Silent like the falling snow Quiet, I slip across the polished floor Tonight, I will dine with chance The Blue Lotus, a legend, I thought a myth Old poems and stories gone A beauty of unimaginable lust Both men's hearts, and the Gods, were won Skin like milk, an angels face They say her smile could kill Her hair is the blackest of all black Stories I thought though, still So there she lay sleeping upon the bed Half covered by fantastic silks He breast I see, moves with her dreams A sight I will always recall A single candle that showed me the way Through forest, river and hills Glows upon that lovely skin Shadows dancing around the walls Closer I creep, toward my prize The Blue Lotus lies before me Her lips are full, red as blood Moist as they invite me Stoop I did to kiss those lips In the glowing room When suddenly, she did awake, Her eyes filled with doom From silks, her hands were round my neck Escape there was no hope A brief flash of teeth is all that I saw And gone was my throat Her bloodlust deep, she swallowed me Red was all I saw She drank her fill and watched me fall Gently to the floor A league away my death is found By locals who tend this land Who lay me down in shallow earth A single Lotus placed in my hand.
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025
Come from where you hide. (So I may) unchain my tempest. None will stop my ride. (And you will) tremble at my unrest. Find you I will. (And take you) up into your Heaven. Commeth soon the kill. (For I have taken) kings and feeble men. And my fury stands ready. I bring all your plans to nought. My bleak heart beats steady. 'Tis you whom I have sought. Feasting myself sick, On your pathetic sins. Wounds for me to lick. The work of the slaughter begins. In my face you see your killer. You can wish me away. In your face I still see her. No more shall you betray. In her face (she) saw her killer. Thou shalt not pray.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025
Your unbreathing sleep. Our dreamless bed, Is mine to keep. In my dark eyes and frozen arms, Nothing lives 'cept my harm. Now you're worn with years. Years and sorrows, Like saints with arrows. Once again I see an end. I watch it die with a humble sigh. Calm these tides of sorrow. He leads me away and I follow. Sighs and then slumbers, Wakes and sighs again. Opens up the eyes, Sees the ghost again. Our dying love, it prays in the vain to live. A pleads for help, I simply cannot give. My devoted love takes tiny backward Steps away. Loneliness aplenty spreads before me.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 24, 2025